"Oh, is it so?"
Jiang Zirou nodded, he couldn't figure out the word fate, and he couldn't explain it clearly. Neither of them talked much about this matter.
Continue to walk underground towards the depths of the Buddha Cave.
Walking through a corridor that is hundreds of meters long, the corridor is narrow and cramped, and the oil lamps on both sides are like beans. Under the dim light of the fire, the hideous ghost hell murals on the wall look more and more fierce.
The deeper you go, the thicker the source quality that hits you.
At the deepest point, in the Buddhist cave, the source quality has become so thick that it has turned into a light gray mist, lingering around, and there is a pungent bloody smell.
If ordinary warriors came to such places, they would probably be corrupted in a short time.
And even the strong ones in the realm of False God and True God cannot stay in a place with strong source quality for a long time, otherwise, it is easy to change and lose their minds.
Actually.
Don't say that warriors from the metaworld and the demon world tend to lose control easily.
Even the Nether, which was born and bred in the Nether Realm, will mutate after staying in the polluted source quality for a long time.
Source quality can be roughly divided into two types.
One is the most common, polluted source quality.
The other is the pure source quality that Jiang Zirou saw by chance in the depths of the fairy garden. This kind of source quality is a treasure for Nether, and it can restrain the alienation state.
As for monks from the other two worlds absorbing this power, Jiang Zirou didn't know.
The dry wheel presided over the front.
With Jiang Zirou and Ku Xuan behind, the long and dark corridor walked all the way to the depths.
After about a few breaths, the three of them came to the bottom of the passage.
A stone gate engraved with dark red Sanskrit characters was more than ten meters high and was blocked by thick iron chains.
Thin as a skeleton, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, wearing a dark red cassock, stopped in front of the gate, clasped his hands together, and slowly recited the incantation.
The low voice of chanting echoed in the narrow tunnel.
Layer upon layer of echoes were intertwined, and the voice of the old monk's chanting became more solemn and deep.
Gradually.
The chains that were as thick as an adult's waist began to tremble slowly, and the thick iron ring made a dull sound. On the gate, the scarlet Sanskrit characters gradually melted, dripping down like blood.
boom!
There was a dull bang.
The door slowly opened towards the inside, and a black mist of source quality came over.
Jiang Zirou frowned slightly, and a white dress billowed and rolled in the strong wind, outlining her exquisite body curves.
She herself didn't care, she stretched out her hand to pull the long hair scattered around her ears, and the wind and mist-like source quality rolled around her, she didn't feel the slightest discomfort, but her body gradually became excited.
The other two Shaolin masters beside him were not as casual as Jiang Zirou.
They looked solemn, and after reciting a part of the Buddha's name, golden Sanskrit characters lit up around their bodies.
These Sanskrit words gathered together, vaguely, turned into a dim golden bell, suspended and wrapped around the two of them, isolating the violently surging source quality.
From the corner of the eye of the dry wheel, Jiang Zirou stood calmly in the black mist.
His eyes were tightly closed, but his brows were slightly furrowed, obviously a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Pass through the narrow corridor and enter the deepest Buddhist cave.
The scenery in front of him suddenly opened up. In the wide space of hundreds of square meters, there stood six huge coiling dragon columns, and bright candles were burning brightly on each coiling dragon column.
On the floor in the center of the cave is a courtyard with black smoke.
Around the courtyard, the chains criss-crossed, and the ends of the black black iron were connected with the pillars of the Buddhist cave.
On the surrounding walls, there are eighteen arhats with majestic and hideous appearances, and the dome directly above the courtyard is a huge and deep hexagonal disc.
The Sanskrit characters representing the way of heaven, the way of humanity, the way of Asura, the way of animals, the way of hungry ghosts and the way of hell are engraved on the six vertices, slowly rotating and bursting with light.
Under the six reincarnation runes, there are six futons.
Of the six futons, two were empty.
On the other four sit cross-legged a beautiful woman in white clothes and bare feet, a boy with red lips and white teeth, Maitreya with a wide heart and a fat smile, and an arhat with a naked upper body, pale golden muscles and a sad face.
After these six futons.
A Zen master closed his eyes tightly and entered the deepest state of concentration. These people sat cross-legged in the outer area, and there were hundreds of them.
Step into the cave.
Jiang Zirou glanced over, his expression fixed, slightly surprised.
The four great powers on the inside are all shining with light, like rounds of golden suns, vast and magnificent.
No need to think too much, it must be the remaining four of the six secret kings of Shaolin Temple.
As for the hundreds of Zen masters outside, that was the real reason for Jiang Zirou's surprise...
Among these Zen masters, there are great sages who are weak in cultivation, and those who are strong have reached the realm of true gods... Such a force, gathered together, is enough to surpass the ordinary overseas masters by ten times.
Jiang Zirou was not able to see such a big battle all at once outside Kunlun Mountain that day.
No wonder I didn't see those eminent monks when I stepped into Shaolin Temple, but they all gathered here...
"Presumably this benefactor is His Royal Highness Princess Chang with double pupils."
It seemed to hear the sound of the door opening.
Among the four people on the Putu, the white-clothed and barefoot female Bodhisattva slowly opened her eyes, and then came to Jiang Zirou with a smile.
This woman is dressed in white and barefoot, unrestrained and unrestrained. The smile on the face is heart-warming.
Sure enough, in terms of diplomacy, pretty girls have more advantages... Jiang Zirou thought to himself, then nodded slightly, and said, "I've seen Liuli Bodhisattva."
Jiang Zirou nodded, just about to ask about the situation here.
suddenly.
There was a loud bang.
The huge Buddhist cave vibrated, the pitch-black iron chains hanging on the Panlong pillars like spider webs collided with each other, and the candles flickered, flickering for a while.
Roar!
In the central patio, thick black mist spewed out.
It was as if a volcano that had accumulated for many years suddenly erupted, and the black mist billowed, almost submerging the entire Buddhist cave in it.
"Oops!"
Liuli Bodhisattva, who was still smiling, suddenly became serious, as did the two old monks beside Jiang Zirou.
A huge roar roared, roaring past, echoing in the closed chamber like waves.
Pooh!
A Zen master sitting cross-legged on the periphery.
Some of them are not so advanced, and they have been close to exhaustion due to the too long time.
At this moment, he was shocked by the roar of a hurricane.
His face was like gold paper, and he suddenly spewed out a mouthful of dark red reverse blood. His thin body shook, and he fell limply to the ground, his breath of life quickly disappearing.
"The chains of the mortal world cannot hold a true dragon!"
A roar came from the courtyard, like a mountain collapsing, shaking people buzzing.
"When I get out of it, I will definitely slaughter the entire Shaolin, so as to wash away the shame of thousands of years!"
Roar!
In the sharp and piercing roar.
A pitch-black giant claw covered with scales suddenly protruded from the courtyard, sweeping towards the surrounding people and buildings like a file.
The vibration in the cave became more intense.
The black chains around the wellhead tightened instantly, the sound of metal twisting and deforming was extremely ear-piercing, and strings of rubble fell from the dome. What was even more frightening was that there were bottomless cracks spreading around the wellhead.
If this paw is shot over.
I'm afraid that the entire Buddhist cave will collapse completely, and a small half of the Zen masters present will die immediately.
but…
The fact that Shaolin Temple was able to guard the Buddha Cave for so many years when the Buddha King of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is no longer there naturally has their background.
The three secret kings closest to the magic well.
Opening his eyes suddenly, a pure Buddha's light shone from behind the young man with red lips and white teeth.
The topless Arhat's body quickly swelled into a giant nearly six meters high, his eyes were shining golden, his muscles were tense, and he punched forward.
The last Maitreya is also making a move.
A speck of golden lacquer lit up from between his brows, spread towards his body, and then reached his body, his arms suddenly overlapped, his fat body suddenly disappeared, and then appeared directly in front of the giant claw.
It is like a mountain of meat blocking the only way for the black dragon's claws.
boom!
The three shot at the same time.
Maitreya, covered in golden paint, was the first to collide with the giant black claws.
Just one claw is more than six meters high, and the black hooked toe is shining with an extremely sharp cold light.
The two collided with each other, and the air suddenly twisted and spread, making a dull and loud noise, and the rapidly colliding gas splashed down like jelly.
The fleshy Maitreya flew upside down.
There were three huge wounds on his body with deep visible bones, and the blood on his body was also golden, spilling from the air all the way.
It's just a claw of the magic dragon, and the power between the two is no longer of the same order.
Maitreya was seriously injured, but fortunately, after this collision, the claws that were originally as swift as a gust of wind were successfully blocked and stopped in place.
Boom!
The giant claws were held empty, and with billowing black smoke and monstrous evil spirit, they slapped in the direction of Maitreya's fall.
It is trying to drive it to extinction, and the six Secret Kings joined forces, plus the means left by the Buddha King of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, it will not be able to escape from the seal in a short time.
but…
If one of the six secret kings falls.
At that time, the power of the six reincarnation seals will be greatly weakened, and the chances of getting out of trouble will be greatly increased.
However, when the giant claws stretched out, the other two attacks landed on the dragon's sacred mountain in no particular order.
Behind the boy Buddha, the light of Buddha shines everywhere.
The thick smoke covering the surface of the black dragon scale giant claws boiled and evaporated quickly with a chirping sound.
Then when the dragon claw itself was exposed to the Buddha's light, it gradually stiffened, as if covered with a layer of gold powder, the speed was not as good as before.
The giant Arhat with a golden body of eight feet let out a roar.
A fist the size of a washbasin was crimson, and it fell on the dragon's claw like a meteorite.
The collision between the flesh and blood made a dull sound like the big bell of Hong Lu.
The golden arhat stepped back three steps in a row, each step leaving a footprint on the ground half a meter deep.
The black dragon claws were first blocked by Maitreya, then weakened by the Buddha's light, and finally, smashed down by a fist that accumulated strength like the golden body Arhat.
Even though the Demon Dragon's body was tyrannical, he also felt his giant claws numb slightly at this moment.
That powerful force penetrated the scales and acted on the flesh and veins, so that it felt a spasm-like tingling.
"Hum!"
The dragon was wounded.
Behind the six secret kings, hundreds of Zen masters spoke at the same time.
On the top of the Buddhist cave, a huge pattern of six circles of reincarnation rotates, and a golden big handprint with a piece of haze, which is more than ten meters wide, descends from the sky like a golden hill.
boom!
The huge golden handprint and the dragon's claw collided together.
The dragon's claws twitched violently, and the thick black smoke that enveloped the cave was dispersed.
From the mouth of the bottomless well, there was a faint roar of pain, and then, the giant black claw retracted.
The huge pressure gradually dissipated.
Seeing this, everyone in the Buddhist Cave finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"This demon dragon is the Great Demon King Lujia. Three thousand years ago, he once fought against the Buddha King of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and was then sealed...
Thousands of years have passed, and the Buddha King of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is still finding the true way in reincarnation, but the power of this magic dragon is getting stronger and stronger. "
The voice of Liuli Bodhisattva is gentle and ethereal, as if it has some kind of magical power, making people forget their troubles and anxiety and immerse themselves in it unconsciously.
Jiang Zirou has heard that the legendary pharmacist Liuli Bodhisattva can satisfy all human desires and pull out all human pain.
He is a powerful true God Bodhisattva, and seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation.
"After it recovered, it began to accumulate strength, constantly seeking to break through the seal.
At the beginning, it was once every seven years, then once a year, and then once every three months, and now, it is once every few days. "
Liuli Bodhisattva's voice just fell.
Under the dark courtyard, the roar of the magic dragon Lujia sounded again.
"Your strength is weakening, but mine is getting stronger and stronger. You can no longer stop me!"
It roars.
It seems to have discovered that the power guarding the Buddhist cave has weakened a lot.
It just hit the seal once, and now less than a quarter of an hour has passed, and it will hit the seal again.
It can be seen that a bloody giant claw with broken dragon scales protrudes from the mouth of the dark well.
As the pitch-black source quality gushed out, the dragon claws became bigger and bigger, casting a large shadow, covering everyone including Jiang Zirou and Liuli Bodhisattva, and coming with a torrential momentum.
Except for Jiang Zirou, the faces of everyone present became extremely ugly.
Since the birth of this great demon king, he has been suppressed in this Buddhist cave for more than three thousand years.
But it is not stupid. After discovering the vacancy in the Six Paths Samsara Formation, it made a sudden move regardless of its own injury. If this attempt is successful, it may be able to directly break through the seal.
End the dark time of three thousand years.
"This is bad!"
The Zen masters around are chanting sutras, the Buddha's light is bursting, and Sanskrit is flying.
The six secret kings are also making moves, but now their positions are scattered, and the six reincarnation formations cannot show their power.
Although the giant claw that was as hard and sharp as black iron was blocked and bleeding, it still fell firmly, trying to strangle everyone present here to vent its anger.
"I am free!"